“This cup of cold coffee is barely keeping me awake,” Sandra said, yawning with her hands planted firmly on the steering wheel. Sandra glanced over, then returned… Read more “Reward Money”
Category: creative writing
Pity Party
Me, dis-invited?I figured as much.Don’t blame attendees.My affections claw at my sleeve,examining the world over my voice.Settling in your head,ruminating over last night’sbedroom talk.What’s best for usis… Read more “Pity Party”
Tears Over Miscommunication
Tears from Anna’s eyesstream salt to her lips.Whatever I said,I meant only in my head.Sobs and shakes drawchills the length of her spine.I calculated an overstatementof cheap… Read more “Tears Over Miscommunication”
The Invitation
Mark is the black sheep of the family and thinks the government monitors cell phones, so he never called. But when Ben receives a letter with an… Read more “The Invitation”
When I knew it was Love
A dream-like state caressesthe part of me that distinguishesthe authentic person I seewhen you shoot me a sultry gaze,tucking your long, dark bangs back behind your ear.A… Read more “When I knew it was Love”
Chemicals Burn Nude
“I don’t know how this happened,” Nathan told Julie over the phone. He paced the living room, telling Julie what he remembered about the previous night. “And… Read more “Chemicals Burn Nude”
Rinse Our Memories Clean
A lover’s quarrel washes over dense rocks, whooshing across her inner dynamic to toil among the pride of brokenhearted men by shaking her fists; her wrists cracked… Read more “Rinse Our Memories Clean”
Hannah Is A Keeper
The pavement sizzled with lust.I felt the sweat on my brow,bringing me back to summer.I siphoned enough heartacheto rescue the brokenhearted.I plugged my ears.It’s too early to… Read more “Hannah Is A Keeper”
Alisha’s Medicine
“Whatever she said about me, it isn’t true,” I said. “I mean, sure, I used to sleep around, not on you, but that’s in the past.” “My… Read more “Alisha’s Medicine”
The Unemployed Catch
I sat over a cigarette and a local newspaper at the kitchen table. I was going over the classifieds. I shifted my notepad and glasses and reached… Read more “The Unemployed Catch”
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